Friday, May 30, 2008

Another 8th-grade journal entry that makes me want to bury my head in the sand. This is the last entry, and I don't know if a greater example exists in the history of mankind of a writer being a bigger suck-ass. If I could go back in time to November 1992, I'd smack my younger self upside the head as I was writing this.
At least the third paragraph is true. Well, except for the "cherish" part... it's more like "loathe."

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3 comments:

Tommy Himself said...

Looks like someone had nothing to say, and was trying to fill a page.

The way you point out that you've written a "joke" to lighten the mood is Classic B Greene. You still do that.

For real kicks, you should have written a suicide note on the last page. That's what I would have done.

Tommy

Brian said...

Tommy, once again your ideas trump mine. Mr. Williams would have enjoyed having you in his class.

Anonymous said...

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